Devil Man Crybaby Novels & Stories

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

"Recommend that his name is Jeremy, he is an OB employee. We will make an egg and meat martabak. Then there is rice and bread here, right? Ah yes, there are still meat supplies, right!?" "Gosh, you're so excited, Miss Jenny," Jeremy said, chuckling softly. What they saw at that time was a demon-possessed jenny. It was so fast that he was looking for a supply of meat until the table creaked his head. "We have to quickly find out, aish..., why is this a table so not understanding!?" "Ha ha ha." Regi's laughter was heard which immediately made Jeremy join in. It is true, why does that person even act funny and angry at inanimate objects.

Instead of freeing herself she laid there laughing,“ Daemon, I don't know why Xerxes chose to make you a grand lord, because you have a really weak heart not befitting someone of that league, you are the only one who knows about this, we won't be caught if you don't go telling tales. Now get your hands off me!, don't think you will rat me out to get me off the picture, I think that your play thing is with a child.`` “ Leah!, don't you dare cause her any harm!” He threatened with reddened eyes . “ Then be good to me, I also want to carry our child, Daemon, why can't you accept the fact that I'm your soulmate and not her.“ Daemon's mouth opened, closed, then opened again. He was greatly dumbfo

Demon nodded at him. "Hire the best security and tell them to guard my boy" Demon ordered him. "Okay sir," His assistant said and left the room. Demon looked at the file and first his hand in anger. You will pay greatly for cheating on me. Whispering, this Demon walked towards his big glass window from where he can see the whole city. Demon looked at the busy city just then his eyes fell on a poster. A model was showing a revealing dress in the picture. Demon's eyes turned red in anger because the model was no other than his ex-wife Katrina whom he used to love more than his life and the same girl abandoned him and his one-day-old baby boy just because of her bullshit modeling career.

Wind gnawed at the hem of my hoodie. The screen lit up with a single text. You want your brother back? Erebus. 11PM. Ask for the Devil’s Show. My fingers went numb first. Then my throat closed up. The bag of groceries slipped from my hand, like my body didn’t know how to hold anything anymore. The bread hit the ground with a sad little puff, the onion rolled into the gutter like it was trying to escape the moment, and the eggs—well, those bastards cracked on impact. Of course they did.

His blue eyes sparkled, his dimples deepened, and his laughter was deep and warm — the kind that could make a person forget he was dangerous. “Do I look like a saint to you?” he asked, still smiling. “I’m the devil himself. Devils don’t pray.” That’s right. Damon was the devil. Heartless. Dangerous. But was I any better? I wasn’t here for holiness. I was here for revenge. Still, I said firmly, “Close your eyes.” “No,” he said sharply. “Come on, Damon,” I begged quietly. He sighed, then finally obeyed. I said a short prayer. He didn’t say Amen, but that was good enough.

His face didn’t hold any emotion like sadness or whatnot, but from his eyes, I could read it all. My lips parted at the realization. Was he really apologizing to me? Alejandro? The man whose authority could move mountains at will? The man they call IL DIAVOLO? ~The devil Was I dreaming? Yeah, maybe. That definitely had to be it. Never in a million years would Alejandro ever admit that he was wrong. No. I moved back a little to be sure I heard him correctly. “What?” I asked, and as if that snapped him back to reality, he frowned.

It's dark and a cold breeze fan their faces on the way down. "Hurry up. I don't have time to spend all day with you." Lucifer kicks Seven so hard he misses several steps and tumbles down the last bit. He lands hard on the dusty floor and hits his chin on the marble tiles, he scrambles back up in a sitting position and spits out the blood filling his mouth. "You devil. You, diabolical bastard!" he screams. With an evil grin Lucifer reply. "Yes, that I am." Seven sneers and tries to get up, but his arm is broken and he grimaces in pain. Somehow, he finally manages to stand up, straightens his back and looks witha sinister and foreboding mannerat his father.

Just then, Dante and his men happened to pass by and when I saw him, my eyes widened. “Help me.” I blurted out in a weak voice. “He does not care bitch.” the man said with a scoff. All of a sudden, Dante halted and so did his men, the two guards by his side. Then he walked up to the man and grabbed him by the hair, smashing his face into the wall. By the time the man's head was brought up, his face was bleeding. He received a punch to his face and another smash to the wall before being thrown to the ground like a mere object.